By Ben Naga
Laptop is an anagram of Apoptl
The Toltec God whose name means “Eater of Days”
Spin free from trite contextual reference
Warp ten through breathless subtextual vortex
Feeling one another up digitally
Laptop is an anagram of Apoptl
The Toltec God whose name means “Eater of Days”
The velvet suit, the evening gown, the orchid
A second glass of wine and a second glance
Maybe a second chance, a slow Spanish dance
A nod, a wink, the key is under the mat
It’s all on line, so we shall have no regrets
Laptop is an anagram of Apoptl
The Toltec God whose name means “Eater of Days”
Clutching at Straws 
Write away the entire world until everything human beings have ever thought, felt, seen, done, or kind of sorta wanted to do has been recorded. There will be disk space enough to wander through the organized mess and never have a need for another original thought. All those things that had been decided and written about, transcribed into mathematics, and summarized in travel notes will make living first-hand superfluous. Or as I would prefer to see it~ with our left mind made up; digitized and condensed: that leaves the right brain free to decide the fate of the hoarders, Sadducees, and literal minded bureaucrats that would put all acquired knowledge on a shelf. Sure they sit assured balanced in their equation but they sit installed on the shelf as well or it was all in vain. I have no doubt the sphere will always have a loose hair to pick at and in so picking unravel, reweave, discover, and reveal.
Thank you for your poem. Made me think.
Getting folk thinking and/or feeling. Isn’t that what poetry is for? Thanks for taking the time to comment.
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